Hand Made {a #poem}
I bend to be formed,
not torn or broken
but tempered by heat,
a fire so hot the white
is all You see of me.
I said change and grow
and I’m bent so low
this shape of me is
melting brass forged
by tools so strong
I fear the breaking.
But I’m bound to bend,
be shaped, sheared sound,
let this shine of me
play gleaming glory,
become the beautiful
breath of sudden
notes quickened by
Spirit, living tune played
through me, a golden
song borne on the
honeyed breeze of dawn.
14 Comments
Anders Woje Ellingsen
The fire is our conscience. And to some the heat is terrible. The conscience can be terrible, and it will, to some, be an eternal fire. To think of it mending you, as you do, is nice, of course. But I prefer to have it like a camp fire. 🙂
Emily Wierenga
“the white is all you see of me.” wow. purity. righteousness. that's all we see, when someone serves. so true. a powerful write, friend. may God give you strength as love on others.
GLENDA CHILDERS
Praying for sweet surprises as you serve your guy.
Fondly,
Glenda
Betty
Beautiful poem…it's one I want to keep and pull out when needed…
Kati Woronka
Bending not breaking… what a powerful imagery! The fact that fire is needed to do that – ouch and yet beautiful at the same time…
Brenna
Oh, so beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us. this has really ministered to me today.
M. A. S.
Wow. The first stanzna is so powerful. The white hot image is great.
Mary
I read your poem aloud, as I REALLY liked the sound of the words you chose! And, the final stanza was breathtaking.
Jody Lee Collins
Laurie that is the nicest compliment I've ever been given about a poem. I am quieted with thanks.
Wolfsrosebud
I felt the strength in your lines… nice
Laurie Kolp
… especially love final stanza. Beautiful.
Laurie Kolp
I felt like I was watching a ballerina.
Brian Miller
whew…nice intensity…the molding, making and refining of us def comes with some bending and maybe even a bit of screaming…smiles.
Anonymous
Oh, yeah, I like this, Jody Lee! Wonderful metaphore!